I’m here, You’re there

It’s warm, Outside

I’m scared, Your eyes,

Open, in time.

I’m here, You’re there,

And the world spreads out between us,

And though it might try beat us,

Just know,

You’re there,

And I’m here.


The Ballad of Reuben and Nadine

rubes and nads

I tell the tale of a man named Rubes;
Smile of gold and hair like pubes.
An honest friend through thick and thin,
Small in stature; big in grin.

Our story starts with Mill and Phil,
Long ago on Khandallah Hill.
A quiet lad, with furrowed brow
A world away from where we are now.

From this locale our hero starts
To see the world whilst breaking hearts.
Though some came close – his heart still yearned
To see a smile, like his, returned;
A smile so wide he could fit inside,
A smile – our Rubes resolved to find…

So off he went down youth’s long road,
Bad haircuts and pop punk safely stowed,
Through countless scrapes and misadventures,
Missed tutorials and essay extensions.

And after this where did he go?
Which lofty fields did he choose to sow?
Surely something glorious, something grand?
Alas no! He took calls for the NZ taxman.

And there he festered for a while
Handing louts the IR3 file.
And here our hero’s journey came close to an end
IF not for a surprise lurking ’round the bend…

But wait! What light rises over yonder IRD!
The East? The Sun? Nay – its Nadine!

And Rubes looks up from his tax code Almanac
And gives a smile – and the smile comes back!
Some gentle flirting did ensue
But things kicked off from the very first woo.
Promises were made, and plans were set
The world an oyster! The IRD to forget!

So Nads marched in and they both marched out
And together they travelled the world with out:
Through Canadian winters and Scottish highlands;
American ribs and European Vans;

These two quite a couple combined did make –
‘Coz a smile that’s returned is hard to break.
And then, whilst swimming at a beach in Goa
Rubes pulled out a ring and proceeded to show her!

And of course, she said yes, and of course – here we are
Celebrating your union in a Lombokian bar.

And so – a toast, with this setting sun:

I say on behalf of everyone;

That with all things fair,

and when all’s said and done –

We’re loving to see you –

Together, Forever

– as One.

Ode to the Hong Kong MTR

When I get onto to the Hong Kong MTR,
The countless wonderful things I see:

Oh the lines to get onboard!
Oh the fight to get inside!
The only place in the modern world where
Old ladies push you to the side!

Oh hark the abundance of people!
Oh hark the lack of space!
Oh joy when one does conquer all
In the heated “find a seat” race!

Oh all the beautiful phones!
All have them in this place!
Miles of phones are all you see
And many a pensive face!

Oh the screaming red-faced child!
Set loose and running wild!
Parents have just clocked Candy Crush Level 500
But parental interest seems quite mild!

And the public shows of grooming!
Clipped toe-nails and hoiked-up phlegm!
The train’s as good a place as any
So get comfortable, dear friend!

Oh all the beautiful women!
The beautiful people all around!
But you might not see whilst stuck in an armpit
With your feet up off the ground!

And that sultry Announcer’s voice!
Oh the endlessly repeating voice!
Not a single word heeded by any concerned
But still, one sultry voice!

And the smelly homeless men!
Fantastically smelly men!
That sought after seat might come with a catch
A mistake seldom made again!

Oh the Wonderful, Glorious MTR!
Where all life comes to collide!
An adventure awaits everyday
For those who cram inside!